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~"That's like music to my damn ears Lyla." He purred as his fingers crept higher up her thigh and under her dress. Lyla's breathing stopped as she felt herself melt at the touch.

"Now, be a good girl and be quiet for me. Let's see how much you really want this." He whispered into her ear as his fingers trailed over her. She whimpered.~

Lyla couldn't believe the words that had left her mouth.

Never had she uttered something so filthy to someone she barely knew, not really. And never had she had someone's fingers touching her where they were now, in public.

Her breathing stops as Loki's fingers stilled, reaching the hem of her underwear.

Looking up, she can see how blown his pupils are, his eyes practically dark with lust, a smirk playing on his features.

That familiar musky scent wafts into her nostrils, making her that much wetter at the thought of what was happening.

Loki leans forward, his lips hovering over her ear as he breathes hot air onto her cheek, goosebumps teasing her skin.

"How badly do you want me to touch you, right here, in front of all these people?" He whispers, his voice like liquid gold seeping into her veins.

Lyla briefly closes her eyes as the adrenaline takes over. She'd dreamt of this since she first laid eyes on the handsome stranger in the bar, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself.

Lyla's eyes flicker back open as Loki keeps his fingers achingly still, waiting to hear her say the words, giving him consent to make her a mess right there and then in his bar.

He doesn't give a damn who's watching suddenly.

His own lust is like a fiery pit in his stomach at the thought of absolutely destroying the girl in front of him, having her on her knees and begging for more....

He has to stop himself from getting too carried away, his pants already tight.

Lyla's own eyes sparkle as her cheeks flush, slightly pushing her hips up to meet his hand.

He looks at her in disapproval at the action. It was sweet how she was trying to control the situation.

She'd never be the one in charge.

"Loki, so much, please." Lyla begs, as she chews her bottom lip in anticipation.

Loki's gaze lingers on the action, stifling a groan at the thought of her lips and what they could do. He could teach her so many things. Mold her to his needs.

He leans further forward, moving his lips to hers, as he slips his tongue right in, teeth on teeth and his whisky melting into her vodka-flavoured mouth.

"I love hearing you plead." Loki whispers as he breaks away briefly, slowly regaining movement in his fingers as he trails the tips over Lyla's core.

Lyla bites her lip harder to stop a moan from coming out. If she thought she was on fire before with the anticipation, this can't compare. It's like her body is a treasure map and he needs no instructions to find the exact spot.

His fingers start teasingly, just putting enough pressure over the lace fabric to elicit that reaction. But she needs more, and so does he.

"You like being touched in public, Pet? You like the thought that anyone could see you right now, don't you?" Loki teases.

His fingers continue to roam, the pleasure from his light touch sending tingles down Lyla's thighs and into her toes.

She briefly looks around at his words, suddenly worried that someone might be watching, but she finds the bar going about their usual business. Most people knew better than to stare at Loki anyway.

She nods, biting her lip again as her own hand trails down Loki's muscled forearm to rest on top of the palm that's touching her. She pushes down on his fingers, showing that she wants more.

She's usually never this forward sexually, but he is driving her wild, as if she's possessed and can't think about anything else.

Loki quickly stills his movements, his face turning into mock-scolding.

"Now now, Darling. Good girls have to be patient." He chides.

Lyla groans in frustration.

She could tell he wanted to tease her, but she could also see how worked up he was himself, knowing that he was holding back.

He uses his free hand to grip the back of Lyla's neck hard, making her face him fully.

"Now, I asked you a question. You'd be wise to answer it." Loki ordered.

The dominant tone that dripped from his lips made Lyla want to come there and then.

Never before had someone spoken to her like that, but instead of hating it, she revelled in it.

"Yes Loki...I do like it." She said reluctantly, the strong-willed part of her wanting to drag it out longer and tease him, but the other part desperately needing the release.

The sexual tension between them had been like a tightly coiled spring that was ready to snap.

Loki's pupils blew wide open at the sound of her pretty voice asking him for more. He had no doubt then in his mind, she wanted this as much as he needed it.

"That's a good girl." He praised as his movements began again, his fingers rubbing in slow circles on her clit.

Lyla had to stop her eyes from rolling into the back of her head. He wasn't even touching her directly, still through her underwear, and she was on fire.

Loki licks his lips as he watches her face slightly scrunch in pleasure.

"I knew you were a needy little thing from the moment I met you. I've been wanting to touch you like this, for so long." He moaned into her ear, nibbling her jawline.

He slowly moved down to the part of her neck where her pulse was hammering hard.

She knew Loki could feel her heartbeat beneath his tongue, picking up on her racing pulse.

His fingers sped up slightly as he pulled back to see Lyla's reaction. Her eyes flickered again as she drew her gaze to Loki, her lids heavy and her face blooming pink.

Loki smirks to himself, pleased at how easily she fell apart, like putty in his hands.

"How badly do you want me to rip off these panties and actually feel you?" Loki growls.

He slightly tugs on the back of her hair, pulling her head up to look up at him.

He felt her jaw tense at the filthy language coming from his mouth. She nodded feverently, whimpering. Loki raised a brow.

"Yes...Yes Loki. Please." She stutters, remembering that he wanted verbal confirmation.

She would give anything in this world to ensure his deft fingers didn't stop working their magic against her. This felt like heaven and hell mixed in one. So sinful, yet so divine.

With a swift movement, Loki pulled hard against the fabric of her underwear, causing a rip. He yanked them from her soft skin.

Lyla looks down in shock as she saw the scrunched up lace fabric in pieces in his hand, feeling the air against her bare skin. He watches her expression of surprise which makes his cock twitch.

So innocent.

Loki throws the fabric into his trouser pocket, carefully eyeing around the bar as he does so. If anybody had noticed what was going on, they didn't let on.

Good. They'd soon learn to mind their own business.

He wanted Lyla's bliss all to himself. He felt honoured to be touching her in the first place. Something so...untainted.

Lyla's breath held in her throat as he trailed his fingers back up to her again, this time with no fabric to separate their skin. Loki slid his fingers over her, collecting the moisture that was pooling between her flushed thighs.

He had to seriously restrain himself from throwing her onto the table, or over his shoulder and back to his car. He didn't want to scare the little lamb off. He had to start gentle.

"So very wet for me. You desperate little thing." He murmured as he saw Lyla's brows tense up in pleasure, trying to stop from groaning.

Half of him was angry she was denying him the sounds. The other half pleased she was showing some semblance of self restraint, so it was just for his ears only.

He circled around her entrance before finally pushing a finger in, curling upwards as he did so. She felt so tight, so heavenly. He couldn't believe how strong his restraint was.

Anticipating her moans this time, Loki silenced her before she could make the noise with his own lips on hers. His tongue pressed hard against hers, twisting around her mouth which tasted like lime. She was like a last fix for an addict. He wanted to devour her.

Lyla moans into his mouth as his finger begins to pump in and out of her, slowly at first, teasingly, but spurred on from the sounds coming out of her mouth, he picks up his actions, pressing hard in his finger tip at the spot he knew would make her spiral into bliss.

Lyla pulls away from the kiss, her head lulling back against the back of the seat in the booth, Loki's body shielding her from prying eyes. Watching a girl so innocent, so perfect, falling apart for him.

She moved both her hands down to the arm that was between her legs, needing something to grip onto at the increasing pressure and the impending orgasm. She digs her fingernails into his wrist, lost in her own feelings of euphoria, feeling herself tightening around him as she gets closer.

Loki, knowing how close she was from the feeling inside of her and the spaced out look on her face, begins to push his palm flat against her clit, slowly moving with the motion of his finger inside her.

Lyla closes her eyes tightly at the extra pressure, feeling positively violated in the best way possible. His fingers weren't enough, she needs more of him, she wants to feel his skin against hers, run her fingers through his hair, breathe his air straight from his lungs.

Loki's cock is painful as he watches her edge closer to the precipice. Seeing her panting, trying to stay quiet and clinging onto him for dear life. In a matter of minutes he turned her into a drooling mess.

"I know you're getting close sweetheart. But you don't come until I tell you to, ok?" Loki says lowly into her ear as she frowns, opening her eyes slowly as she continues to grip onto his arm.

"I-I can't last much longer." She pants, biting hard on her lip, so much so that she begins to taste blood.

No one had ever made her feel this way before. She felt like she was soaring.

"Just this once, I won't make you wait." Loki begins as he sees the desperate need in her eye, knowing she was going to cum whether he ordered her to or not, despite trying so hard.

He grips her jaw and kisses her hard as he lets out a raspy breath.

"Cum for me Lyla." He demands.

Those words were all that was needed for Lyla's orgasm to hit her like a freight train.

Waves of bliss ripple through her body as she feels herself clamping hard onto his finger inside her, grinding herself into his palm as she rides out the wave of euphoria that has taken over.

She pants into Loki's mouth, trying hard not to scream his name in this crowded bar. Electricity flew up her spine and into her finger tips, still gripping Loki as she felt herself coming down.

Loki's movements only stopped when he was sure she'd come out the other side. He slowly pulled out of her, watching wildly as he saw her face, now smooth and red as she lulled her head onto his shoulder in exhaustion.

He brought his finger up to his mouth, quickly licking off the liquid that soaked it. Lyla caught sight of this, clenching her thighs, her eyes opening wide in shock.

"Divine." Loki whispered as he savoured the taste of her.

He too wanted more, he wanted to bury his head in her, he wanted to fuck her so hard she couldn't walk for a week. But he had to restrain.

Lyla's breaths were heavy in the silence between them as she recovered from her orgasm.

"That was...amazing." Lyla whispered.

Loki couldn't help but smile at her state. It was almost as if she'd never cum before. He suddenly frowned.

"Lyla, forgive me for being so bold, but that wasn't your first...?" Loki asks, becoming aware of the question he was speaking as the words left his mouth. I

t was stupid, she was in her mid-twenties, of course that wasn't her first.

Lyla's gaze averts from Loki as she sits upright this time, pulling her dress down self-consciously now, looking around at her surroundings to check she hadn't made a complete fool of herself.

Her face washes with a different look this time. Shame? Embarrassment? Loki tries to read her, suddenly worrying she regrets what happens.

Loki was many things, but he would never force someone to be in a situation they didn't want to be sexually. He liked women to beg him to destroy them. Nothing less than enthusiastic consent was acceptable.

"I-I...I don't know what to say." Lyla answers suddenly, her voice a little croaky from moaning so much, her pupils still dilated.

She reaches for her drink in front of her to cool down the heat burning across her cheeks and thighs. Not wanting Loki to pity her, or feel that she was abnormal.

"Darling, you can talk to me." Loki says as he moves closer to her body, placing a hand on her knee.

She puts her drink down, turning to face him properly, chewing on the inside of her mouth in nerves.

"Yes. That was my first. I've never been able to with anyone before." Lyla confesses as she feels small and vulnerable, something she doesn't like.

Loki had never been with someone like her before. He suddenly feels anger that none of her previous partners could give her such simple pleasures that she deserved.

"That's ok. Have you ever..?" Loki begins but Lyla nods her head, anticipating what he was going to say.

"I'm not a virgin Loki. I've been in relationships before, or flings, whatever. But I've just never been able to..." Lyla feels so self-conscious as she admits what she's carried around for years.

Loki's smile widens as he realises his accomplishment and how she was beginning to open up to him, like a flower in the desert.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." He says quietly but Lyla shakes her head, placing her hand on top of the one on her knee.

"No it's ok, this is about getting to know each other better right? Although I'd say you probably know me quite well at this point." She laughs, breaking the tension and Loki loves the way her face lights up.

He suddenly doesn't feel as guilty as he did for bringing it up.

"I didn't realise. I'd have made it slightly more private and special if that was the case." Loki jokes as he looks around him.

Lyla giggles, pressing a kiss to his cheek. A gesture so innocent and caring, it takes him off guard as he flinches at the action.

"Loki, I know what this is. You don't have to do the whole rose petals experience for me." Lyla smiles as he studies her face.

He sees it again, that hint of sadness amongst the smile. Her eyes not fully creasing. Loki feels a pit in his stomach, but swallows some of his whiskey to clear it away.

"Either way, I feel honoured." He says in a teasing tone as Lyla winks at him.

"You should do. But now I know what I've been missing, jeez." She responds as he lets out a chuckle.

"I do want to make sure you're comfortable with this. Just because this has happened, doesn't mean it has to happen again, or go any further." Loki says, clearing his throat.

Lyla looks thoughtful as she takes another sip of her drink.

"I know. But I meant what I said before." She replies to Loki's relief.

He doesn't think he'll be able to keep his hands off her again. He shuffles slightly in his seat, trying to ignore the ache between his own legs. Lyla's eyes follow the movement as she looks up at him with big eyes.

"Do you want me to take care of you now?" She asks innocently, batting her eyelashes.

Loki clenches his fists. All the danger he's ever faced in the world, and this girl feels like she could be the death of him.

He shakes his head. "In due time, but not tonight. That was about you." He speaks as he finishes his drink.

"That's quite enough excitement for one night. Let me drop you home." He says, offering his hand as he goes to move out of the booth.

Lyla stands up obligingly, not wanting the night to end, nor wanting to leave his intoxicating presence.

~♡~

"Okay okay, tell me everything." Nat demands as the two girls walk out of the library where Lyla works on her lunch break.

Nat had managed to schedule in some time to catch up with her friend after she'd seen Loki a couple of days ago. Lyla had been so busy at work she'd barely spoken to her best friend.

"Well, he sorted out Mr Ross apparently. He hasn't bothered me since. No more powercuts, nothing. He said he paid for my rent debt. Can you believe it?" Lyla gushes as she clasps the cold iced coffee in her hand that Nat had brought her.

The sun shone through the leaves of the trees that lined the gravel path they were walking down, birds singing and children playing in the background.

"I can believe it. He's fucking loaded babe. You should've seen his face when I told him what was going on when we were on the phone. He looked livid." Nat says, turning to Lyla.

"Like a possessed animal. What the hell have you done to him?" Nat asks, laughing as she sips her own coffee, her red hair glimmering in the sunshine.

"I don't think he's protective Nat, I think he just doesn't want anything to get in the way of our agreement." Lyla said quietly, trying so hard to push back the feelings that were slowly creeping up.

The day after she'd seen Loki, he'd sent her another bunch of flowers. Light pink peonies this time with a gold-plated floral bookmark. It was beautiful, and again must've cost a fortune. Lyla felt terrible.

"I know you've got this contract Ly, but I don't think that was normal anger, that was more than just helping you out. I think he likes you." Nat sighed as they continued their walk.

Lyla rolls her eyes.

"You know that a guy like that doesn't like girls like me, Natasha. Or any girls for that fact. He's obviously not got a lifestyle or personality that matches relationships." Lyla says reluctantly as Nat stops in her tracks and turns to face her.

"You really like him don't you?" She asks genuinely, concern scattered across her features.

"Don't be silly Nat. How can I like him? I know nothing about the guy. He never talks about himself. I know whatever he does with his family must be dangerous, whatever it is. How can I like someone who's practically a stranger?" Lyla asks, although it's more to herself than her best friend standing next to her.

Nat frowns."You don't have to lie to me Lyla. You seem happier anyway, so whatever it is I'm glad you're finally living life a little you know. You deserve to be spoilt for a while, however long it lasts. But you're right, we both know they're involved in some shady shit, nothing I'm not used to with Tony, but I've asked around, and apparently Loki has quite the reputation, so just be careful ok?" Nat says as she carries on walking again, her heeled boots crunching on the ground below.

Lyla's mind spins as she's well aware of the danger that radiates off the dark-haired handsome God that blesses her with his presence.

"What do you mean you asked around?" Lyla queries as she puts a hand on Nat's arm to still her again.

"Nothing bad Ly, I just got talking to some of Tony's old work connections whilst I was organising this party for Thor. Some of them told me the Odison's rep is huge across the city, but a couple mentioned how Loki can particularly fly off the handle in situations." Natasha said sadly, not wanting to scare or hurt her friend.

She was protective as hell over Lyla, always having to help push her through life and encourage her to do things. She'd felt regret over pushing Lyla to go to that party and meeting the brothers, encouraging her to sign the contract. The more she heard about Loki, the more worried she was secretly becoming.

But she also saw the way Loki looked at Lyla, and the way he treated her. And the contract, it was a good sign, it kept boundaries. So unless something happened, Nat felt confident that Loki wouldn't put her in harms way.

Thor could tell what Nat was thinking when they'd last met, and he'd reassured her the same, but still asked her to keep checking in on her friend, as he would with his brother.

"So you've been trying to dig up dirt on him? Wasn't it you that wanted me to go out with him?" Lyla asks angrily as she confronts her best friend.

She didn't like the idea of her talking about them behind her back. Nat huffs.

"Ly, you know it's not like that. I just don't want you to get hurt." She retorts.

"Nat, you're not one to speak, not after what Tony did to you. You're hardly an expert on feelings in this situation are you?" Lyla spat, suddenly regretting her harsh tone.

She knows she'd gone too far, seeing the look of hurt on Nat's face.

"The difference is Ly, Tony hurt me emotionally. I'm not only worried about that for you, but also physically. What if you end up in the middle of one of his confrontations or business deals? You don't know what he's capable of." Nat breathes heavily.

She tries to push aside the hurt that the comment caused, just wanting to make her best friend feel reassured.

"You don't know what good things he's capable of though Nat. He'd never hurt me, I know that from even the few times I've seen him, and the times we've spoken on the phone, or the way he pays attention to the little details in the gifts he sends. He has a sweet side too, I know it. Like I said, I don't care about his work. I gave up worrying about that, life's too short. He's good to me that's all that counts right? I mean unless he's into human trafficking or something in which case you should definitely tell me." Lyla suddenly adds on the last part, half joking as she says it, but realising that she has no clue what the family business actually deals in.

Nat gives a sad smile.

"They're not human traffickers Ly." She says as she takes her by the arm and they begin walking again. "And I hear what you're saying, I really do. I like seeing you happy, like I said, but you know no matter what happens I'll be here right? Just like you were with me."

"I shouldn't have said that Nat, I'm sorry babe." Lyla says sadly as she squeezes her best friend's arm.

"Just so much has happened recently. I feel all confused. Half of my brain is warning me of him, but the other half sees a side no one else sees I think. I really believe there's more to him than this reputation. Besides, like you said, it's strictly business." Lyla said, but it wasn't convincing Nat at all. She decided to drop it for now though.

"I know. Ok, so what happened on your date?" Nat pushes mischeviously as she had a devilish look in her eye.

"Well you'll actually be pleased to hear that I experienced my first...you know." Lyla said quietly as she raised an eyebrow.

Nat stopped walking once more and looked her dead in the eye.

"You had your first ORGASM WITH HIM?!" She screams, making passerbys stop and look.

Lyla hits her friends arm as she throws her palm over her mouth to silence her in embarassment.

"Fucking hell, feel free to say it quietly Nat!" Lyla groans as she removes her hand.

Nat looks apologetic.

"Wait, I need details how did this happen? Oh my God, I have so many questions! You know I've literally bought you every toy under the sun to see this day come? My baby, all grown up." She squeals, clasping her hands together and laughing.

"We didn't have sex, before you ask, nothing like that. But God, if that's what he can do with his fingers, imagine what he can do with his dick." Lyla sighs.

She pulls Natasha to keep walking, aware that she wants to get away from the people around her who suddenly know her business.

"Damn girl. Well, if he's anything like Thor you're in for a treat." Natasha says slyly as she smirks.

Now it's Lyla's turn to shout.

"You slept with him?!" She screams and this time Nat hits her as they giggle together.

"Nothing major. We had some drinks in his office after Loki left to get you and it just sorta happened...I don't know if it'll happen again, it's just casual. But, fuck me it was like his dick was straight from the God's." Nat sighs as she relives it in her head.

Lyla is full-on laughing at this point.

"Shame he's not paying my rent though, that'd be the cherry on top." She laughs as she drags them both along, away from judgemental onlookers.

"Jeez, Nat, well I'm glad you're happy." Lyla responds.

"Oh- speaking of, I think Loki's going to ask you but Thor wants us at their poker night." Nat says, taking a long sip of her cooling coffee.

Lyla's heart beats hard. Her first public appearance with Loki, in front of other people. Her throat goes dry.

"Why does he want us there?" She asks her friend as she sips her own coffee, trying to get rid of the scratchy feeling in her mouth.

"Well, I helped plan it so I think it was just out of politeness, but I guess part of your deal with Loki is that you go to some social stuff with him?" Nat asks as she throws her now empty cup into a nearby bin, tugging on Lyla's hand to turn right down another path.

"That makes sense. But how am I meant to act with Loki around people?" Lyla doesn't realise she's said it out loud until the worry had slipped past her lips and tumbled into the air.

Nat frowns. "It's not acting. You just look pretty, be there to support him, talk to people, although nothing too personal obviously."

"You make it sound easy." Lyla sighs as she throws her own cup away.

"It is. Besides, I'll be there to help you every step of the way, and I'm sure Loki will let you know what he wants from you." Nat winks.

Lyla's heart is still hammering.

Her agreement was becoming very real now.

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